Everybody wants perspective from a hill but everybody's wants can't make it past the window sill I can see you in yourt room at night the pictures on
Moments can be monuments to you If your life is interesting and true. It's just the same for a man or a girl, The meaning of the world lies outside thw
Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming, tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end
In the times I dream Jesus it's like he's coming through the walls when I'm working at my desk at night I hear his footsteps in the hall you can
In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection. Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction. Broken and smokin' where the
Oh self-ignition I can feel her suitcase sensing much It was the wrong permission Miss nineteen ninety ninety ninety nine nine nine nine Charles James
I heard they were taming the shrew. I heard the shrew was you. You might as well say fuck me cause I'm gonna keep on, Keep on loving you. I'd crawl over
Silhouette Jane measures rain in a cracked cup on the sill In Embry's last photograph he disappears over a hill Darrell Dotson waits in the grass for
When God was young He made the wind and the sun And since then It's been a slow education And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh,
I saw the river playing in the valley Rushing 'round a bend and skipping stones I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight I've come to get my girl and
"O get him out of there!" What if it cost 25c to wake up in the morning? A dollar, ten dollars? I'd pay it all the way to the poor house. It's not made
The lights went out in New York Then they went out in Goshen I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad. The townsolf stared hard Like their minds had been
Where does an animal sleep when the ground is wet? Cows in the ballroom chickens in the farmer's corvette Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony Sometimes
Of all the people I knew I always looked up to you and after millions of years of crime the sun still shines and shines Look a horse (named Divorce)
Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors By a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't hear us Deep in the
I wrote a letter to a wildflower on a classic nitrogen afternoon. Some power that hardly looked like power said I'm only perfect in an empty room. Four
Father drove a steamroller Momma was a crossing guard. She got rolled when he got steamed And I got left in charge Living in a little town with my pedigree
There is a place past the blues I never want to see again THere is a place past the blues I never want to see Black planet Black freighter Black sea